Gentlemen, that represents millions and millions of carats--forty, fifty, sixty million carats in the rough, say.

Please bear those figures in mind a moment.
"Now, suddenly, and as yet secretly, the diamond output of the world has been increased fiftyfold--that is, gentlemen, within the year I can place _another_ billion dollars' worth of diamonds, at the prices that hold now, in the open market; and within still another year I can place still another billion in the market; and on and on indefinitely.

To put it differently, I have found the unlimited supply." "_Mein Gott_, vere _iss_ id ?" demanded the German breathlessly.
Heedless of the question, Mr.Wynne leaned forward on the table, and gazed with half-closed eyes into the faces before him.

Incredulity was the predominant expression, and coupled with that was amazement.
Mr.Harris, with quite another emotion displaying itself on his face, pushed back his chair as if to rise; a slight wrinkle in his brow was all the evidence of interest displayed by Mr.Czenki.
"I am not crazy, gentlemen," Mr.Wynne went on after a moment, and the perfectly normal voice seemed to reassure Mr.Harris, for he sat still.

"The diamonds are now in existence, untold millions of dollars' worth of them--but there is the tedious work of cutting.
They're in existence, packed away as you pack potatoes--I thrust my two hands into a bag and bring them out full of stones as perfect as the ones I sent you." He straightened up again and the deep earnestness of his face relaxed a little.
"I believe you said, Mr.Wynne, that you could prove any assertion you might make, here and now ?" suggested Mr.Latham coldly.